#fallcnshcrts

" okay . . . so maybe i should've warned you about that scene . "

eden was pacing up and down the hotel room, arms folded, she was annoyed. she stops turning to look at the other, “this isn’t going to work” she mutters, eden couldn’t believe her managment team would do this to her. “i’m doing pretty well by myself, i. don’t need a boyfriend” eden was a popular up and coming actress, she thought she was doing quite well, it seemed her managment thought different, “i’m gonna call my manager”. 

developing feelings for someone he considered one of his closest friends hadn’t ever been something hayden imagined. of course he never thought he’d be standing in front of them trying his hardest to figure out the best way possible to tell them that their the only person he wants without the fear of himself chickening out last minute. although, there was also the fear of them not feeling the same way and it possibly ending the beautiful friendship they happened to build up over the years but, it was something he needed to get off his chest. “i think about you all the time and uh — i was curious if you ever happen to think about me.”

“ this is, like, the worst idea you’ve ever had. remind me what i’m supposed to do again ? ”

      the excitement wasn’t feigned the femme was animated as she cheered from the box with all the other wives and girlfriends. “that’s my baby!” his old jersey on her skin, she felt she was apart of the action, and when that buzzer beater hit, fuck. it seemed the world erupted, the team was on top of the world. a minute later chucky heels are dashing down the steps and on to the field. “oh my fucking god!”

“could you just.... i don’t know. be happy for me?”

“when i’m with you... i don’t really wanna be.” and for a lawyer, eliza’s lack of self confidence in the statement was alarming. picking up her glass of red wine from the table that sat between the two of them, she offers a shrug.

her friends had set her up on some blind date, complaining that all she does is work; which is accurate. blair's an interior designer, famous in all of new york. if people didn't know her, then they were going to, there wasn't a doubt in the world that they weren't. as she arrived at the restaurant, purse on her shoulder with the most motivated look on her face, soon noticing her magnificent blind date that her friends were vouching for, it seemed. approaching the table, blair looks over at the other with a soft smile on her face before she sits down. "sorry, my driver took way too long to get here. gentle reminder that i'll have to fire him later on. anyways---did you wait long?" she asks, trying not to have this angered expression on her face, she wants to have a good time, so she promises.